The Chumscrubber

Synopsis: The Chumscrubber starts out with Troy, a normal teenager who supplies "feel good" pills to everyone in his high school (this way he spreads happiness all around). But when his friend Dean pays him a visit, Dean discovers Troy has hanged himself in his bedroom during one of his mother's pool parties. After the death, three local teens: Billy, Lee, and Crystal, want what's left of Troy's stash of pills and they know that Dean is the only one who knows where they are. But when Dean refuses to get the pills, the three teens kidnap Dean's little brother, until they realize they've kidnapped the wrong kid.
Genre: Comedy, Drama
Director(s): Arie Posin
Production: Picturehouse
  1 nomination.
 
IMDB:
7.0
Metacritic:
41
Rotten Tomatoes:
36%
R
Year:
2005
108 min
Website
38 Views


This was the best

of all possible worlds.

But even here,

a little help was necessary.

And that's where

Troy came in.

Troy supplied feel-good pills

to all the kids at Hillside.

And, in this way,

happiness was spread all around.

Life could not possibly

be any more wonderful.

Lainie, listen, do you feel

like something's missing?

Has your energy level

been noticeably low lately?

Believe me, I know.

Lainie, believe me. Yes.

Right. So if you would

choose at this time

to upgrade to the

full platinum package,

you would start to see

the changes that I'm talking about.

No. No, I don't want you

to think of these as vitamins.

- Son of a bitch.

- Charlie!

I am doing VeggiForce.

- Level three.

- Yes!

Oh, absolutely.

Lainie, can I...?

Can I tell you, it has

completely changed my life?

You see?

It has given me

an entirely new life system.

Good for you, Lainie.

Good for you! I'm so happy.

Oh, Dean, hello.

It's wonderful to see you.

Troy's out back

in his little hideaway.

Dean, do me a favor.

Get him to turn his stereo

down a bit?

- Sure.

- Great. Thanks so much.

Troy?

Goodbye, Dean.

Goodbye, Mrs. Johnson.

Dean, I was hoping

to get your opinion on something.

Can you come in here

for a minute?

It'll just take one second.

Publisher sent this over.

It's for promotional events.

Book signings, lectures...

...TV.

You got a good eye.

What do you think? Is it too much?

What do you want, Dad?

Let's have a seat.

I want to talk to you about Troy.

- I told you everything already.

- You told us the facts.

We're interested in

how you feel about it.

- Dad, who's we?

- Your mother and I, of course.

And...

A lot of people.

You threw us all for a loop there, pal.

Hold on a second.

Is this a therapy session?

- Is that what you're doing?

- No, not at all.

- You think I'm crazy?

- Of course not, Dean.

We're just talking here.

Man to man.

- Just talking?

- Absolutely.

Man to man?

OK.

Dean, I know Troy

was your best friend.

Actually, we weren't really friends.

We hung out sometimes, that's all.

Did you have a

better friend than him?

I don't really have any friends, Dad.

You know that.

So, strictly speaking,

Troy was your best friend.

And how do you feel

about the suicide

of your best friend

in the world?

Real shitty.

Come on, son,

make an effort for me.

Dad, I told you before.

I'm not all broken up about it.

I know I'm supposed to be.

I'm just not.

You're really not?

- No, I'm sorry...

- No, no. I...

I understand how someone

might respond like that.

What are you writing?

Dad, I thought we were just

talking man to man here.

Just one second.

Dad, if you write about me again

in another one of your stupid books,

I'm gonna kill you.

Stupid?

There are several major book

chains around this country

- that would disagree with you.

- All right.

The Happy Accident

will pay your college tuition.

- All right!

- Fine.

Let me ask you this.

Mrs. Johnson suspects that Troy

might have been selling drugs

to some of the kids at school.

- Yeah?

- How do you feel about that?

I feel then it must have

been unfulfilling for him.

That's very interesting.

Why do you say that?

Because he killed himself.

Dean, a young life was taken,

and from the moment it happened,

you ignored it like it was nothing.

You didn't even tell

any of the adults at the party.

- Can you explain?

- I didn't think you would...

- What?

- ...care!

This is called Viloprex.

Now, don't fight me on this,

I prescribe this to lots of kids.

You want me to take that?

It's just something

to give you a little...

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